| Song | Remainder |
| Artist | Rites of Spring |
| Album | End on End |
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| 作词 : Rites of Spring | |
| We are all trapped in prisons of the mind, | |
| it's a hard sensibility | |
| but we'll see it through in time | |
| but when words come between us | |
| Noiseless in the air | |
| Believe me, I know it's so easy to despair. | |
| but don't | |
| Tonight i'm talking to myself | |
| There's no one that I know as well | |
| Thoughts collide without a sound | |
| Frantic, fighting to be found | |
| And I've found things in this life | |
| that still are real | |
| a remainder refusing to be concealed | |
| And I've found the answer lies in a real emotion | |
| Not the self-indulgence of a self-devotion | |
| Too many situations | |
| Left with too little to say | |
| So we try, we try to feel our way | |
| And if decisions cause divisions | |
| Tell me who's to blame? | |
| Pick a target for convenience | |
| When there are other ways | |
| So don't | |
| Tonight i'm talking to myself | |
| There's no one that I know as well | |
| Thoughts collide without a sound | |
| Frantic, fighting to be found | |
| And I've found things in this life | |
| that still are real | |
| a remainder refusing to be concealed | |
| I've found the answer lies in a real emotion | |
| Not the self-indulgence of a self-devotion |
| zuo ci : Rites of Spring | |
| We are all trapped in prisons of the mind, | |
| it' s a hard sensibility | |
| but we' ll see it through in time | |
| but when words come between us | |
| Noiseless in the air | |
| Believe me, I know it' s so easy to despair. | |
| but don' t | |
| Tonight i' m talking to myself | |
| There' s no one that I know as well | |
| Thoughts collide without a sound | |
| Frantic, fighting to be found | |
| And I' ve found things in this life | |
| that still are real | |
| a remainder refusing to be concealed | |
| And I' ve found the answer lies in a real emotion | |
| Not the selfindulgence of a selfdevotion | |
| Too many situations | |
| Left with too little to say | |
| So we try, we try to feel our way | |
| And if decisions cause divisions | |
| Tell me who' s to blame? | |
| Pick a target for convenience | |
| When there are other ways | |
| So don' t | |
| Tonight i' m talking to myself | |
| There' s no one that I know as well | |
| Thoughts collide without a sound | |
| Frantic, fighting to be found | |
| And I' ve found things in this life | |
| that still are real | |
| a remainder refusing to be concealed | |
| I' ve found the answer lies in a real emotion | |
| Not the selfindulgence of a selfdevotion |
| zuò cí : Rites of Spring | |
| We are all trapped in prisons of the mind, | |
| it' s a hard sensibility | |
| but we' ll see it through in time | |
| but when words come between us | |
| Noiseless in the air | |
| Believe me, I know it' s so easy to despair. | |
| but don' t | |
| Tonight i' m talking to myself | |
| There' s no one that I know as well | |
| Thoughts collide without a sound | |
| Frantic, fighting to be found | |
| And I' ve found things in this life | |
| that still are real | |
| a remainder refusing to be concealed | |
| And I' ve found the answer lies in a real emotion | |
| Not the selfindulgence of a selfdevotion | |
| Too many situations | |
| Left with too little to say | |
| So we try, we try to feel our way | |
| And if decisions cause divisions | |
| Tell me who' s to blame? | |
| Pick a target for convenience | |
| When there are other ways | |
| So don' t | |
| Tonight i' m talking to myself | |
| There' s no one that I know as well | |
| Thoughts collide without a sound | |
| Frantic, fighting to be found | |
| And I' ve found things in this life | |
| that still are real | |
| a remainder refusing to be concealed | |
| I' ve found the answer lies in a real emotion | |
| Not the selfindulgence of a selfdevotion |